Nazim Hikmet

(1902-1963 / Turkey)

Nazim Hikmet Poems

1. The Faces Of Our Women 4/20/2010
2. The Japanese Fisherman 4/20/2010
3. To Samet Vurgun 4/20/2010
4. The Miniature Woman 4/20/2010
5. The Walnut Tree 4/20/2010
6. Thinking Of You 4/20/2010
7. You Are My Drunkenness 4/20/2010
8. On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike 4/20/2010
9. Since I’ve Been In Jail 4/20/2010
10. After Release From Prison 4/20/2010
11. I Think Of You... 4/20/2010
12. You 4/20/2010
13. Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O’clock Poems) 4/20/2010
14. I Want To Die Before You 4/20/2010
15. Hiroshima Child 4/20/2010
16. Today Is Sunday 1/13/2003
17. Gioconda And Si-Ya-U 1/13/2003
18. About My Poetry 1/13/2003
19. I Love You 4/20/2010
20. Angina Pectoris 1/13/2003
21. The Strangest Creature On Earth 1/13/2003
22. Five Lines 4/20/2010
23. Last Will And Testament 1/13/2003
24. Regarding Art 1/13/2003
25. Letters From A Man In Solitary 1/13/2003
26. A Spring Piece Left In The Middle 1/13/2003
27. Autobiography 1/13/2003
28. Lion In An Iron Cage 1/13/2003
29. Don Quixote 1/13/2003
30. Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison 1/13/2003
31. Our Eyes 1/13/2003
32. It's This Way 1/13/2003
33. A Sad State Of Freedom 1/13/2003
34. On Living 1/13/2003
35. Letter To My Wife 1/13/2003
36. Optimistic Man 1/13/2003
37. Things I Didn'T Know I Loved 1/13/2003
38. Hymn To Life 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Nazim Hikmet

Hymn To Life

The hair falling on your forehead
suddenly lifted.
Suddenly something stirred on the ground.
The trees are whispering
in the dark.
Your bare arms will be cold.

Far off
where we can't see,
the moon must be rising.
It hasn't reached us yet,
slipping through the leaves
to light up your shoulder.
But I know
a wind comes up with the moon.
The trees are whispering.
Your bare arms will be cold.

From above,
from the branches lost in the dark,
...

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Last Will And Testament

Comrades, if I don't live to see the day
-- I mean,if I die before freedom comes --
take me away
and bury me in a village cemetery in Anatolia.

The worker Osman whom Hassan Bey ordered shot
can lie on one side of me, and on the other side
the martyr Aysha, who gave birth in the rye
and died inside of forty days.

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